It is very rarely that men are seen as sex objects in a movie. But the team behind 300 was out to change all the stereotypes. An army of 300 men who have apparently undergone 7 hours of training a day for close to a year occupied the enormous screen, magnifying the rippling, sleek muscles to proportions that were a veritable treat to the eye.
In fact, apart from a half-minute sequence where two concubines share a lesbian kiss, the needs of the male audience were largely ignored. The climactic scene offers the sight of a warrior leaping over his king, bouncing off the king's back to slay one of the evil commanders. I think the scene just gave red-blooded women the world over an epic moment in their collective conscious - comparable to the male fantasy of Princess Leia in the golden bikini. Scantily clad men who wield swords and shields and helmets with the utmost ease, even in their dying moments, and whose king is stopped from surrender by the memory of his wife's smile...it was like the filmmakers had delved into the wildest imaginations of the most idealistic women in the world, and created an orgy of their findings, and rolled it out over two hours.
However, one wishes they had paid the same attention to the facts involved. For one, the Persians are portrayed as being of African and Asian origins. There are about four faces that seemed to have Middle Eastern features. Secondly, for some reason, the Persians seem to have owned magical creatures and had some sort of God who was carried around on a pedestal that was hundreds of steps high, and who descended from the bottommost of those steps by climbing on to the backs of the men in the Persian Army. This God also seems to have had an inexplicable penchant for shaping his eyebrows and getting his face pierced.
Oddly enough, the one woman in the movie is portrayed as some sort of combination between an Amazon and Sappho. Aside from wearing skimpy costumes, forcing her husband to make love to her while he was planning his strategy for war and stripping for the head of the council to make sure that the council would hear out her plea to send reinforcements to her husband, she didn't seem to have too much of a role to play. However, she is instrumental in the climax, where she grabs a sword and kills the head of the council for accusing her of infidelity - the head of the council, strangely, has a fancy for carrying around gold coins of a currency that will prove he is a traitor - and of course, the coins spill out as she kills him, and therefore the council bows down to her wishes.
At the end of the day, the movie is a must-watch for women who like eye candy, anti-racism campaigners for material to add to to their files, animation students, owners of gyms in India who usually display nauseating images of bodybuilders with instestine-like bisceps on their boards and beauticians to check out how nicely eyebrows can be trimmed.
In fact, apart from a half-minute sequence where two concubines share a lesbian kiss, the needs of the male audience were largely ignored. The climactic scene offers the sight of a warrior leaping over his king, bouncing off the king's back to slay one of the evil commanders. I think the scene just gave red-blooded women the world over an epic moment in their collective conscious - comparable to the male fantasy of Princess Leia in the golden bikini. Scantily clad men who wield swords and shields and helmets with the utmost ease, even in their dying moments, and whose king is stopped from surrender by the memory of his wife's smile...it was like the filmmakers had delved into the wildest imaginations of the most idealistic women in the world, and created an orgy of their findings, and rolled it out over two hours.
However, one wishes they had paid the same attention to the facts involved. For one, the Persians are portrayed as being of African and Asian origins. There are about four faces that seemed to have Middle Eastern features. Secondly, for some reason, the Persians seem to have owned magical creatures and had some sort of God who was carried around on a pedestal that was hundreds of steps high, and who descended from the bottommost of those steps by climbing on to the backs of the men in the Persian Army. This God also seems to have had an inexplicable penchant for shaping his eyebrows and getting his face pierced.
Oddly enough, the one woman in the movie is portrayed as some sort of combination between an Amazon and Sappho. Aside from wearing skimpy costumes, forcing her husband to make love to her while he was planning his strategy for war and stripping for the head of the council to make sure that the council would hear out her plea to send reinforcements to her husband, she didn't seem to have too much of a role to play. However, she is instrumental in the climax, where she grabs a sword and kills the head of the council for accusing her of infidelity - the head of the council, strangely, has a fancy for carrying around gold coins of a currency that will prove he is a traitor - and of course, the coins spill out as she kills him, and therefore the council bows down to her wishes.
At the end of the day, the movie is a must-watch for women who like eye candy, anti-racism campaigners for material to add to to their files, animation students, owners of gyms in India who usually display nauseating images of bodybuilders with instestine-like bisceps on their boards and beauticians to check out how nicely eyebrows can be trimmed.
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